Gilda rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck as she felt the burp rising in her throat. She reached her foreleg back and gently patted her belly; it was bulging and bloated, but surprisingly small considering the size of the meal she'd just had. The kicking had stopped already, but her stomach wasn't quite settled...
“Urp,” Gilda belched. A surprisingly small release, but it made her feel a hell of a lot better. She chuckled under her breath and surveyed the interior of the treehouse library. She'd lost a few feathers here and there, but she was pretty clearly the winner of the recent scuffle.
“Shouldn't have messed with an apex predator,” Gilda said to the empty space around her. Predators know that eat or be eaten was what existence came down to, and in the end, she'd been the one doing the eating.
She idly pawed through the bookshelves, looking for anything of value. Gilda wasn't much of a reader, but she had a vague concept of “first editions” and “signed copies” being worth something. But she had no real idea of what to look for – mostly, she just wanted to pass some time and digest her meal. She didn't want to fly out of Ponyville before her stomach was totally settled – she'd never actually eaten ponies before, much less a dragon, and she wanted to make sure they didn't give her any tummy trouble.
At random, she pulled the spine of a book out from the shelf and looked at the cover. Daring Do and the Something Something. The adventurous pegasus on the front made her think of Rainbow Dash, and Gilda grunted as sentiment clutched at her chest. Truth be told, it had sucked to have to eat Rainbow Dash. If Gilda had thought she could get away with it, she'd have eaten the others and left Dash alone. But RD would certainly have come to avenge her new friends – the friends she really cared about, Gilda had bitterly learned – and so she, too, had to go down Gilda's gullet.
Well, it was too late for regrets now. There was nothing left to do but loot the treehouse and get the hell out of Dodge. Gilda gave up looking for valuable books and scanned the room for more obvious valuables. Nothing caught her eye at first – nothing gleamed or glittered – but her gaze stopped on a door she hadn't noticed before. It was at least a closet, and and most...
“Hel-lo!” said Gilda, looking down at the underground lab with widening eyes. She understood the complex scientific devices even less than she understood books, but there had to be something valuable down there. And with those ponies gone, she had all the time in the world to -
Gilda's neck stiffened as the treehouse's front door burst open behind her. Oh, right, she thought, This is a public library. Well, maybe she didn't have all the time in the world, if ponies were going to walk right in and start wondering where their librarian was. Gilda couldn't deal with the rest of Ponyville the way she'd dealt with those seven; she could maybe eat one more pony before she was totally stuffed.
And, Gilda realized as she turned to face the front door... she probably couldn't eat this pony. There wasn't nearly enough room in her stomach for a pony that stood so much taller than her. Also, her horn, longer than that of any unicorn, would probably hurt going down. And the fact that this pony was quite literally the reason the sun came up in the morning... well, she might have been a little out of Gilda's league.
“Who are you?” demanded Celestia. The narrowness of her eyes suggested that this wasn't a social call. She knew something was wrong. Some kind of magical my-subjects-are-getting-vored alarm must have gone off in Canterlot Castle.
“Name's Gilda,” said the griffon, trying to meet Celestia's stern gaze with confidence. She was immediately annoyed at herself for using her real name. She wasn't sure it made a difference in this case, but on principle, it was bad form to attach your real name to any wrongdoing.
“Where is Twilight Sparkle?” asked Celestia. Gilda opened her mouth to speak, and Celestia cut her off. “I caution you: I will know if you are lying to me, Gilda.”
Gilda realized that using her real name had definitely been a mistake. When Celestia spoke her name, her heart petrified in her chest. The Princess of the Sun was known as a fair ruler, but fair and kind are two different things. A fair ruler needn't be merciful to someone who just ate seven of her subjects.
“Fuck it,” said Gilda, spreading her wings. The front door seemed like her best bet, even though Celestia was standing right in front of it. Powerful as she was, she couldn't be too much heavier than she looked. With the element of surprise, Gilda could charge at her, knock her aside, and be in the open air – and hopefully that would be enough.
But Gilda's plan didn't even get as far as step one. As soon as the muscles of her wings tensed, a bolt of radiant energy slammed into her, sending her tumbling down the stairs into the lab. Gilda yelped, flailing her limbs as she tumbled, searching for solid ground. Halfway down, she pushed off the staircase, threw herself into the air, and flapped her wings to right herself. She touched down on the floor, heart pounding, and looked around the room. In the shadow of the staircase, there was a table that was big enough for a griffon to hide under... and if she was lucky, she'd be out of Celestia's line of sight when she followed Gilda down the staircase. And maybe, when Celestia was investigating some other corner of the room, Gilda would have time to escape.
Maybe.
“Gilda,” said Celestia's voice, from atop the stairs. Another chill as Gilda heard her name. “I am investigating an act of violence in my domain. I will need to detain you for questioning, and whatever your level of involvement, it will go better for you if you come willingly.”
Gilda was silent. "Very well," said Celestia. "Know that I am already at the limits of my patience, Gilda. I will use whatever force is necessary to pacify you." Her hoofsteps descended the stairs, and Gilda's body tensed with each thump. As the sound reached the floor level, white-furred legs moved right in front of Gilda's hiding spot, swaying slightly as Celestia surveyed the room. Gilda silently urged Celestia to move aside, but her hooves stayed planted. The princess bent at the knee, and her torso, white as a cloud and lined with lean muscle, began to come into view. She was going to start looking under tables.
There was just no other option. Surprise was Gilda's only hope, and she took it, exploding out from under the table and slamming her body into Celestia's ample rump. The Princess of the Sun, for all her power and influence, was still vulnerable to pushing, and before she could catch her balance, she stumbled into a table on the opposite side of the room - a table full of bubbling beakers and vials of brightly-colored liquid. And every ounce of fluid, from every container, was overturned, broken, and splashed onto Celestia's hide, painting a fizzing rainbow onto her flank.
Celestia seemed dazed, but she remained standing, wavering back and forth on wobbling legs. Gilda knew she should run - that this was her best chance - but the sight of Celestia staggering drunkenly about was so unexpected, it stopped her dead. What was in those beakers?
"Celestia?" asked Gilda, more out of curiosity than sympathy.
Immediately, Gilda felt stupid for speaking up. But at the sound of her voice, Celestia straightened. Her head turned slowly, and Gilda froze up in fear... but Celestia's expression wasn't the stern face of a wrathful ruler. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was flat, emotionless.
"Gilda," Celestia said. This time, she didn't speak the name with the wrathful authority that had sent a chill through Gilda. She didn't put any emotion into it, as far as Gilda could tell.
"Uh... yeah," said Gilda, edging cautiously away from Celestia. "So... is it all right if I leave?"
"Whatever you wish," said Celestia.
"And you'll just... stay here?" Gilda took another slow, tentative step away from Celestia, her body tensed in expectation of another bolt of wrathful magic.
"I will do whatever you wish, Gilda."
Gilda stopped. The princess' expression was more than just emotionless, it was... vacant. Gilda's curiosity won out against her caution. "You're not angry about the... 'act of violence' anymore?"
"I'm not angry about anything," said Celestia.
"Do you still think I did something to Twilight and her friends?" asked Gilda. Her heart was pounding in her chest, all her instincts screaming at her to run. She was playing with fire, and she knew it. Playing with a whole solar flare's worth of fire. But she sensed an opportunity.
"I don't think anything," Celestia said. Gilda leaned close and examined the alicorn's expression, then waved her talons in front of her face. Her eyes followed the movement of Gilda's foreleg, but otherwise her expression didn't change. If she was putting on an act, she had one hell of a poker face.
Gilda took a deep breath. The sun princess might just vaporize her, but she had to know what she was dealing with. "I ate them," said Gilda. "I ate Twilight and all her friends. Including Rainbow Dash. Swallowed them up." Celestia's expression didn't move. "And her little dragon, I ate him too," concluded Gilda, just in case that would provoke an reaction.
"I understand," said Celestia. Gilda blinked, and waited. Waited for Celestia to explode in fiery rage, to bring the sun itself down on Gilda, to... express an opinion, at least. But nothing was forthcoming.
"You don't hate me for that?" asked Gilda. Gilda was accustomed to being hated. She didn't prefer to be hated, but when she acted out or talked shit, and people hated her in return... well, it made sense. There was an order to it. She didn't know what to think about... this.
"I don't hate anyone, Gilda," said Celestia.
Gilda scoffed. "Okay," she said. She felt the beating of her heart again, hammering at her chest. She could have left right then, leaving Celestia in her trancelike state as she flew back to Griffinstone. Whatever was going on here, she was risking her life by pushing it towards the breaking point. At any moment, for all Gilda knew, Celestia would snap out of it - particularly if Gilda kept pushing. But she had to know how far she could take it. She stepped forward, placing her body beside the towering presence of the sun princess. With trembling forelimbs, she gently touched the underside of Celestia's barrel and slowly traced a talon backwards along the soft white fur, drawing closer to the entrance of Celestia's...
A lump rose in Gilda's throat as she dared to think the words “Celestia's pussy.” Griffons didn't bow to the pony princess, but it still felt blasphemous to even think about her pussy, much less touch it.
But Gilda touched it. Her talons were sharp, but she knew how to use them carefully, and she slipped them into the warm, glistening folds of Celestia's sex, and sent them exploring, circling the entrance, sinking further inside. But her body didn't respond. Her marehood wasn't growing wetter, the muscles weren't responding. “Are you feeling this at all?” asked Gilda.
“I only feel what you tell me to feel,” said Celestia, her tone still flat. Oh, thought Gilda. So she's not just a zombie. I can... tell her what to think?
"Okay," Gilda said. "Celestia... you're in love with me."
Instantly, Celestia's cunt became moist, dripping musky fluid over Gilda's talons, and the muscles of her pussy contracted. "Gilda," said the princess, and this time her name was not spoken emotionlessly, nor underscored with deific wrath. Celestia's tone was smooth and sweet, her tongue caressing the two syllables like mouthfuls of honey.
"Woah," said Gilda. She withdrew her dripping talons and backed away slightly, unnerved by Celestia's sudden shift out of her emotionless trance. "Are you okay?"
"Gilda," Celestia repeated, "I am okay. Having you here makes everything okay."
Gilda was frozen in place as Celestia was approached her seductively. Her eyes were lidded, her rump shaking invitingly... As Gilda stood still, slightly trembling, Celestia lowered her head and nuzzled her, ruffling the white feathers of Gilda's neck. The princess' body was warm, like sunlight, and the feeling made Gilda's wings rise. “Gilda, my love, my only,” whispered the princess, her lips inches away from the griffon's ears.
Gilda twisted her body away and backed up, bumping her ass against the table she'd been hiding under. “Wh-whoa," stammered Gilda.
“I'm just trying to show you what you mean to me, Gilda,” said Celestia. “I would do anything to be close to you – your graceful power, your fierce beauty. You're my whole world, Gilda.” Her voice was dreamy, distant - but at least she seemed to have a personality. Maybe she could actually carry on a conversation now.
“So what is going on?” demanded Gilda. “Did those... chemicals do this to you?”
Celestia tilted her head thoughtfully. “Let me see if I can answer your question.” She turned to the table behind her, and her magical aura spread across the multicolored spill that had spread across its surface. After a few thoughtful noises, the aura disappeared and she turned back to face Gilda. “It appears your guess was correct, my love. While most of those elixirs were essentially inert, one of them was a mind-altering potion.” She approached Gilda again, and Gilda felt herself blushing as Celestia's bedroom eyes stared out from under her radiant mane. “And now I am entirely yours, Gilda. Body and soul.”
Well, shit. She'd only made Celestia fall in love with her because she wanted to stress-test her hypnotic state, but Gilda was starting to get genuinely turned on by the submissive royal. She'd always had a thing for ponies, and this would be a hell of a notch on her bedpost. “So...” said the griffon cautiously, "If I asked if you wanted to fuck..."
"I would be grateful for the opportunity to prove my love," said Celestia, her cheeks reddening. "What would you have me do, my darling?" She bent at the knee, prostrating herself before Gilda. "I will do anything you ask."
"Anything?" asked Gilda, smirking. "How about you worship my ass, prin-" she cut herself off. "I mean, how about you worship my ass, slut?" She turned her body around, pointing her chestnut-furred rear at the princess.
With astonishing speed, Celestia pressed her cheek against Gilda's ass, and her tongue flopped out of her mouth, wetly caressing the dark fur of the griffon's buttock. “Oh yes,” moaned Celestia, between licks, “I'm no princess, Gilda darling. I'm your slut. Your ass is incredible and I... mmm...” Her tongue found its way further towards Gilda's asscrack, moving faster, with greater passion, making Gilda shiver as the warm tongue wormed its way deeper into her butt. The griffon squawked as the wet muscle made contact with the ring of her butthole, and she leaned backwards, shoving her butt into Celestia's face.
“You love my ass, don't you?” teased Gilda, wiggling her rump. As her ass swayed, Celestia's head moved along with it, desperate to keep up with Gilda's twitching butthole. “You're obsessed with it. You can't think straight, you're not happy unless your muzzle is buried in my buttcrack.”
“Mmm, yes, yes, yes,” Celestia moaned. “Gilda, your ass is-” Celestia paused as she took another desperate lick of Gilda's hole, warming her with hot, huffing breaths. “Your ass is everything to me. I want to... Gilda, oh, Gilda, I...” she buried herself deeper, licking faster and faster. Her body began to buck forward, her own ass twitching with the impulses originating from her flooded pussy. Without so much as being touched, her pussy was pulsing with greater and greater sensation, her arousal inflamed by her obsession with Gilda's ass.
And finally she came, her pussy pouring with juice, staining the wooden floor dark with her arousal. Her knees wobbled and her body dipped, but she kept her face buried in Gilda's behind, licking weakly at her asshole. Gilda turned her neck and watched Celestia's quivering body, racked by a climax that seemed endless, honey dripping from her cunt as her love for Gilda's ass made her orgasm go on and on.
Gilda's own cunt was dripping from the eager rimjob she was getting – but she needed more. “Okay,” she said. “You're not obsessed with my ass anymore, all right?” Celestia's head withdrew from Gilda's crack, and she wobbled back as her orgasm receded. Gilda's beak twitched into a smirk as she thought of a way to push things further. “How about you and I fuck on Twilight Sparkle's bed?” she said. “Would you have any... reservations about that, slut?”
“No, of course not,” said Celestia, still collecting herself. “Anything for you, Gilda, anything you want.”
“Good slut,” said Gilda, and Celestia practically melted at the praise, sighing through a rapturous smile. “Follow me upstairs,” Gilda commanded, and Celestia stayed on her tail as they took the stairs up to ground level. From there, a few flaps of her wings were enough to take her up to Twilight's bed, and Celestia did the same. The princess laid herself down on Twilight's purple sheets, staring pleadingly up at Gilda.
"So how's a princess' pussy taste?" asked Gilda. "Good enough for your one true love?"
Celestia turned her head aside, seeming flustered. "I... I hope so, Gilda. I want you to enjoy the taste of me, my love..."
"Well, why don't I give you a try, then?" said Gilda. She circled the bed predatorially, staring down at the glistening marehood that was laid out before her. She stopped to lay her talons on Celestia's tender underside, poking three sharp points into the soft flesh. Celestia whimpered, kicking her legs helplessly as Gilda prodded her, testing her body like freshly killed prey. But she could only tease Celestia for so long; the princess' moist marehood was blooming with delicious musk, filling Gilda's sensitive nostrils with the smell of arousal. Her tongue was watering, eager for the taste of princess pussy.
Gilda crawled on top of Celestia, opened her mouth, and extended her tongue. When the tip made contact with Celestia's wet lips, the alicorn cried out, nonsense spilling from her mouth as she tried to say a thousand things at once - but Gilda silenced her by pressing her own snatch over Celestia's face, and the princess wasted no time, parting Gilda's folds with her thick, muscular tongue.
Gilda moaned into Celestia's cunt as the alicorn went to work on her. Apparently pussy-eating was one of the many skills that the princess had learned over her millenia-spanning life, because her technique was flawless. Her tongue swept powerfully along Gilda's inner walls, finding her most sensitive spots with ease, and flicked at her clit with speed and strength that made Gilda's mind melt. For all Celestia's submissiveness, she had Gilda dancing helplessly at the end of her tongue, her legs trembling as she fell, tumbling, in a nosedive towards orgasm.
Gilda came, spilling fluid over Celestia's muzzle - and Celestia lapped it up like it was the elixir of life, leaving not a drop behind. Celestia's powerful hips bucked, driving Gilda's tongue deeper into her, and the alicorn's pussy poured with sweet, musky marecum, coating Gilda's tongue and splashing her beak. Gilda pulled her tongue out from Celestia's marehood and let out a sigh. “You really know how to eat a bitch out,” said Gilda. “What else can you do, slut?”
“Well,” said Celestia, “There is something else I'm good at... but I need to you to trust me.”
“Hell,” said Gilda, “I've trusted you with my ass and my pussy already. Sure, go ahead and do whatever.”
“I think you'll like it, Gilda my love,” said Celestia shyly, as golden light surrounded her horn. Then, slightly quieter: “I hope you will.” Gilda was still poised over Celestia, her pussy above the princess' head, and Gilda felt the tip of the princess' horn touch her just above her pussy lips, spreading warmth through her crotch. Gilda's pussy had been satiated by Celestia's tongue, but now it flared to life again, pulsing with her quickening heartbeat.
The heat was centered at the point that Celestia's horn had touched, and Gilda felt the warmth growing, pushing against her skin from the inside. It wasn't painful, though; it felt natural, in a way. She bent her head down to look between her legs, and saw what Celestia was doing.
“You're giving me a cock?” Gilda asked, with some amusement. The lump between her back legs was unmistakably growing into the shape of a horse cock, with a smaller lump that was taking the shape of a ballsack. Gilda had always been a little curious about those weird-looking dicks that stallions were lugging around, and having one seemed like it could be fun. She watched it grow out of her, turning pink and black-speckled, like some of the pony cocks she'd ogled in the past. The flared head took shape, and it grew rigid, tingling with arousal.
“I do not often speak of it, my darling,” said Celestia, her blush deepening, “But I am told that fucking my pussy is... very enjoyable. And I want to give you all the love I am capable of giving, Gilda. All the pleasure my body can provide to you.”
Gilda laughed. “You don't have to explain,” she said. “Makes perfect sense to me. I'm looking forward to – ooh!” Gilda yelped as Celestia's lips embraced the still-growing length of her cock. The alicorn's tongue flicked out and swiped its moist surface across Gilda's newly-formed nutsack, making her ballls twitch.
Celestia pulled back, slowly drawing her lips along the length of Gilda's cock - which had stopped growing at what looked like a foot of length. "Please," said Celestia, once she'd released the tip of the griffon's cock. "Let my marehood embrace you. Please yourself within my walls and fill me with your love."
Gilda stepped off of Celestia and turned her body around, bringing herself face to face with Celestia. Gilda's brow furrowed, and Celestia cringed, digging her head fearfully into the bedsheets."Hey," said Gilda. "slut."
"Y-yes?"
"You don't make requests, slut," said Gilda menacingly. "I put a little trust in you, and you did good. But that does not mean you're in charge." She snorted, and Celestia blinked as Gilda's breath hit her eyes. "Let me make sure you understand. What's above a princess, slut? Who outranks a princess?"
"You, Gilda," said Celestia, her eyes sparkling with fearful tears. "You're the... the most important, the loveliest, the most powerful..."
"Good," said Gilda. She lifted her head, no longer looming menacingly over Celestia, and smirked. "Sluts who learn their lessons get their pussies fucked."
Tears of relief began to pour from Celestia's eyes. "Oh, thank you, thank you, Gilda," she whispered. "I, I don't deserve you, my love..."
"No," said Gilda, "You don't. But I'm nice like that." She reared up, and placed her forelegs on Celestia's prone body, guiding her body with her talons. Under her guidance, Celestia turned over and knelt on the bed, pointing her ass up in the air, exposing her dripping sex. Gilda's cock had only existed for a couple of minutes, but it was ready for the main event, twitching and dripping with pre at the sight of Celestia's moist, winking pussy.
Gilda leapt onto Celestia, her wings outstretched, her cock rigid. The griffon settled herself atop Celestia's waiting body, feeling the soft feathers of the alicorn's tucked-back wings tickle her belly. She plunged herself into Celestia, sinking her shaft into into the tight, wet embrace of her divine folds. Gilda gasped as the walls of Celestia's cunt tensed around her, pulling her in. Gilda hadn't had a cock before today, had never fucked a pussy - but she was certain that Celestia's pussy was world-class. She pulled back as the muscles of the alicorn's pussy relaxed, and then she plunged back in, feeling the embrace take her again. Warmth and pleasure shot through her body like a drug, riding her veins through her extremities, tingling her muscles and sinking down to her bones. Having a cock was amazing. Fucking a pussy was so goddamn good.
"How do you like this griffon cock?" Gilda asked. She was finding a rhythm now, sliding herself easily in and out of Celestia. Her balls, fat with seed, swung forward with each thrust, smacking Celestia's fat white rump.
"I need it, Gilda," said Celestia, in a breathy whisper. "I need your cock. Please, I beg you, my love, my only. Fuck me, as long and hard as you wish. Please, please cum inside me, please fill me with your seed."
"Well -nngh- since you said please, slut," said Gilda, "I'll see what I can do." She hammered her cock into Celestia's tight cunt, deep enough that she hilted her cock and her hips met the soft, warm fat of Celestia's rump. The force of her thrust made the alicorn's body buck forward, knocking her horn against the headboard, carving a scar into the wood of Twilight's bedframe.
"It's starting to sound like you know your place, slut," said Gilda. She wrapped her forelegs around Celestia's torso and poked her talons into her skin - not hard enough to truly hurt her, just enough to assert her dominance. "You're a princess, my pretty slut," Gilda continued, fucking her faster, feeling the hot pulsing of Celestia's golds with each thrust. "But you're still just a pony. You're a prey animal, sweetie. And that means a predator gets to do whatever she wants to you." She scraped a single talon roughly against Celestia's fur. "Understand?"
"Yes," said Celestia, her whole body shaking. "That's the natural order, my love. You're... above me. You can eat and fuck however you wish."
"That's right," said Gilda, hilting herself roughly in Celestia, spanking her ass with the swinging weight of her hefty ballsack. "You get it." She felt climax building, rising through her length. "And sluts who learn their lessons-" She couldn't hold herself back much longer. Her thrust grew slower, harder, and deeper, and she felt her balls tightening.
"-Get the hot griffon cum they asked for," said Gilda, and hilted herself one last time as her cock gave up its first forceful spurt of seed. Celestia moaned with horny gratitude as her pussy filled with gout after gout of sticky cum, and her pussy tightened around Gilda, constricting around her shaft as Gilda shot again and again, overfilling Celestia's cunt and sending rivulets of cum spilling from her folds and dripping onto Twilight's bedspread.
The two of them slumped onto the bed, losing all muscular control as their climaxes wound down together. "Slut," huffed Gilda, "You're mine forever, aren't you?"
"Yes," said Celestia. In her voice there was tremendous relief. Gilda's acceptance was all she had cared about, and now she had it. "Forever and ever, Gilda, my love, my only. I am yours, mind, body, and soul."
"And you'll go wherever I go and do whatever I say, won't you, slut?"
"Yes, yes," said Celestia. "Everything I have is yours. My fortune, my kingdom, my subjects, all for you."
"That's a good slut," said Gilda. She pulled her cock out of Celestia's pussy, spilling more griffin seed on the bedspread of the mare that Celestia once treasured above all others. The mare who slept here had meant something to the sun princess once, but now she could barely remember her name. Gilda was her whole world now, and she would stay by Gilda, raise the sun only for her, forever and ever.
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“Fuck it,” said Gilda, spreading her wings. The front door seemed like her best bet, even though Celestia was standing right in front of it. Powerful as she was, she couldn't be too much heavier than she looked. With the element of surprise, Gilda could charge at her, knock her aside, and be in the open air – and hopefully that would be enough.
Celestia must have been expecting Gilda to surrender or turn tail - both of which would probably have been wiser options, given the power that Celestia represented. But the element of surprise can accomplish a great deal, and Gilda's desperate charge bowled over the unsuspecting princess. Just a quick tuck of her wings to fit through the doorway, and Gilda was outside.
Of course, the next few seconds were just as crucial. Gilda needed to get out of Celestia's line of sight and lose her as quickly as possible. She propelled herself upward, circled the exterior of the library, and swooped towards the Everfree Forest. The forest wasn't safe - not even for a predator like Gilda - but hopefully it was just as dangerous for Celestia. If she followed, then with a little luck the forest would slow her down enough to let Gilda get away.
And Celestia was following. Even without turning around, Gilda could tell the princess was pursuing her. There was a searing heat on her backside, like the mild sunny day had turned into a record-breaking summer scorcher. She banked right, fearful of catching a bolt of sunlight in her ass, and entered the forest unscathed.
There was still no time to relax, though. Gilda was going to keep fleeing until she found a decent hiding place, or - failing that - until her wings had no strength left in them. But entering the dark, shady forest was still comforting. Under any other circumstances, the Everfree forest would have been intimidating, but there was nothing in the forest more powerful - or more angry at specifically Gilda - than the royal terror that was currently pursuing her. And the deep, dark shadows of the twisted trees seemed to promise a place to hide from the princess of the sun.
And it did seem that it was hiding her from Celestia, as she went deeper - when she glanced backwards, she saw the woods swallowing up the burning light of Celestia's anger, shrinking it to a pinprick - but the light never quite disappeared.
A whipping branch caught her wing, forcing her to tilt and correct her flight. She turned her head forward and saw a maze of limbs ahead of her, crisscrossing branches reaching down from trees that leaned into her path. And as she watched, they leaned further down, closing in on her like the gates of a forbidden city. She dipped, flying low, and glided underneath the branches, just barely evading them.
This might actually work, thought Gilda. Celestia was tall, with a massive wingspan - and while that made her an imposing figure, it also meant she wouldn't be able to navigate the twisted branches in the same way that Gilda had. Now was the time to pick a hiding spot, to become small and silent so that once Celestia freed herself from the branches, there would be no trail or noise for her to follow.
Gilda spied a rotted log resting against a low, mossy stone. The log was just wide enough for Gilda, and it was practically the same color as her body. If Celestia did spot her, the cramped space would leave no hope of a speedy escape, but it was the best hiding spot she could hope for.
As she squeezed her body ass-first into the log, Gilda heard a crunch in the direction she'd come from. That would be Celestia slamming into the grasping branches, smashing through them with her tremendous weight. Her big, powerful body carried her through a few rows of trees, but soon her momentum ran out and she came to a stop. By that time, she was close enough for Gilda to see as she peered out from the log.
The trees had Celestia at their mercy. Her graceful body was being tossed around like a ragdoll by the angry trees. She hadn't been knocked unconscious, though - Gilda could see the princess's wings flexing and her horn glowing as she attempted to regain control. She seemed to be gathering power for something big, some radiant explosion that would turn the malicious trees into scorched woodchips.
But it never came. An enormous tree, some centuries-old elder oak, reached down and massive branch and smacked it against Celestia's flank. Her magic dissipated, and her body went flying. Specifically, it went flying in Gilda's direction. Too close. Dangerously close to her hiding place. Gilda wiggled her body, pushing herself forward out of the cramped space, trying to get her wings and flank free before Celestia got too close...
But Gilda wasn't quick enough, and she screamed as Celestia hurled towards her - but instead of an impact, she felt something plugging up her wide-open mouth, stopping her scream in her throat. "Mmmrph!" she protested, gazing down wide-eyed at whatever was stuck inside her beak.
It took her a moment to take in the sight. there was something big and white hanging out of her beak, weakly struggling on the surface of the mossy rock. Holy shit, thought Gilda, This is Celestia. The princess' head - and her horn, somehow - was halfway down Gilda's throat. This left Gilda with a choice: try to release Celestia... or swallow her.
She honestly wasn't sure if her stomach could expand that much, but... considering how angry Celestia was at her, trying to swallow her whole might honestly have been the safer option. So she got started. With her talons, she took hold of Celestia's forelegs and pulled them toward her, feeding Celestia's body to her open beak. Celestia struggled, but her tussle with the trees had clearly taken a lot out of her, and having her head halfway down a griffon's throat was probably disorienting.
The muscles of Gilda's throat widened as Gilda pulled Celestia's long white neck into her beak. She was surprised both by the flexibility and the strength of those muscles, which pulled Celestia deeper, treating the princess just like any other wriggling meal. Slowly, Gilda stretched her beak wider to take in Celestia's barrel. This would be the true test of her body - if she was powerful enough to eat a princess, she would find out now. She felt the skin around her beak stretch as she opened it wider than she ever had before, just barely getting her mouth around Celestia's withers and the hips of her forelegs. Thankfully the trees had knocked off her jewelry - otherwise she'd have been impossible to swallow.
Celestia's wriggling legs tucked back as Gilda pushed them past her beak, and the griffon finally felt Celestia's head in her belly. There was certainly no going back now - Gilda was going to take all of Celestia into herself, swallow her up from head to tail and digest her. Her stomach was going to be more full than it had ever been before, stuffed with the body of Equestria's ruler. Her neck widened as she pulled Celestia further in, bulging with the shape of Celestia's body. She could feel the outlines of Celestia's forelegs bulging through the skin, rubbing against the powerful muscles of her throat as they went down. They kicked, or tried to, inside Gilda's throat, but they were too weak and too tightly constricted to put up much of a fight.
As Celestia went deeper, Gilda's tongue touched something she hadn't expected: the wet lips of Celestia's pussy. The princess' cunt dripped with sweet moisture, and Gilda let out a muffled moan as the flavor hit her tongue. Why would she be so wet at a time like this? Was this a turn-on for the princess, somehow? Gilda dug her long, flexible tongue into her pussy, teasing and tasting her love tunnel, feeling her own pussy growing wet at the same time. Celestia's, still weak, kicked harder as Gilda probed her pussy, and more honey flowed from her marehood.
But Gilda couldn't linger long the princess' pussy; her throat muscles, eager to fill her belly, pulled the princess deeper. Gilda widened her beak one last time, straining her mouth, to accept Celestia's back legs into her maw. As her beak began to close around Celestia's famously magnificent rump, Gilda felt a quiver inside her throat. The princess' whole body was shaking, spasming inside her - but she wasn't fighting, Gilda realized. She was cumming. As her radiant, multihued tail disappeared into Gilda's beak, the princess' cilmaxing body slid down her throat, every curve of her body visible through the bulging skin of Gilda's throat.
Finally the body of the princess settled in Gilda's belly. The griffon could feel Celestia breathing inside her, and gently squirming - it wasn't clear if she was still cumming or if she was trying to escape, but in either case, her struggles were weak. She wasn't going anywhere. Gilda tried to stand on all fours, but she found that her belly was far too big to permit it. Her stomach was enormously swollen with her prey, and the bulge was recognizably in the shape of a tall, regal horse, curled up in the warm and deadly embrace of a predator's belly. A passerby might have even been able to tell that the bulge was Celestia herself - but who in Equestria would believe that she had been eaten by a griffon?
Gilda rolled over onto her side, finding a comfortable position, and let her eyes close. She'd just finished the biggest meal of her life, and it was filling her with a gentle, comforting warmth. Like sunlight. The Everfree Forest was a dangerous place to fall asleep, but Gilda wasn't scared. If she could eat Celestia, she could eat anyone.
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